This is my first try at writing. Be gracious. Comments, critisisms, pm’s are appreciated.
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I ran towards the car as fast as I could to get away from the sudden downpour that had been bought by the endless dark clouds suddenly hovering over the city. There was no forecast of any rain or any weather disturbances for the next two days. I checked the forecast this morning myself. Aldol Inc. was just coming in today to sign the deal with our company Greyhound Inc. We were to travel together to a ruin which used to be a mill that Aldol Inc. had agreed to buy for a considerable amount of money. But no, nature had to be a bitch today. Especially today. There was a storm and a heavy downpour which caused a flood and many representatives of both the companies were taken with the flow. I had to run for about a mile to get out of danger and reach my car.

I am Damien Snow and I am a Sales Rep. here at Greyhound Inc. I have been working here for almost two years now. What can I say? They pay me well. Pretty well, considering the fact that I was the only living heir to old Mr. Greyhound when he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He had never married and his only living relative, me, was a distant one and the only rightful heir. I refused the post altogether, considering myself good at being a Sales Rep. rather than a CEO of a weapons company. He finally gave in on one condition that I had my payscale upgarded to gold. It meant that after the owner/CEO of the company who had a diamond payscale, I earned the most.

I finally reached my car and the driver raced the car out of the ruins of the mill that was becoming a headache as everytime we were close to selling it, the deal was called off. First, we had almost sold it off to Tanner Inc. but they all died in a horrible plane crash while coming down here, Baerlon.